He looked like a saint--talked like the best of slave holding Christians, and acted at home like the devil.
When he saw my wife and child, he concluded to buy us.

He paid for me twelve hundred dollars, and one thousand for my wife and child.

He also bought several other slaves at the same time, and took home with him.

His residence was in the parish of Claiborn, fifty miles up from the mouth of Red River.
When we arrived there, we found his slaves poor, ragged, stupid, and half-starved.

The food he allowed them per week, was one peck of corn for each grown person, one pound of pork, and sometimes a quart of molasses.